Since I've got a writer or artist or two on here, yeah?

I know that some of us, like
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And I'm pleased to note that it was ok simply because I hauled ass to gym and applied ass to elliptical and treadmill and weights at the appropriate times.  And there's probably something to be said for using milder caffeine-delivery systems like black tea rather then rocket fuel black COFFEEEE.  Yay cardio.  I like it when it's my own actions that ( Read more... )

Not that I won't invoke TEH GREAT HAMMER OF RATIONALITY to make this problem go away, but I feel I should make the traditional LJ note.  Because my thoughts look pretty make more sense tend to cease to be worries when I get them locked into words and sentences.  Here's the deal.

I am a creature with a health problem that affects my energy level and ( Read more... )

So, anyone else on the flist as tired of my constant cycles of 'ok' and 'omg!horrible' healthwise as me?  Ok today.  But black coffee is ripping my stomach to shreds.  Mmm.  I think you can't be an artcreature without a deep and unhealthy relationship with some chemical or another.  The dopamine/endorphin flywheel in the brain just doesn't hit it's ( Read more... )

I guess I feel better. I still have to get myself back to a proper sleeping schedule otherwise I really am going to turn into that guy from the movie Falling Down.  I have all that huge, long, BORING, type-heavy, ten-kazillion-corrections job done for paying!job!  Now I get money.  I like this part.  It makes up for the ages of messing with hyphens ( Read more... )

I feel a bit better nooooow!

This calls for a change in font color.  If I didn't want to park butt in drawing!time as soon as possible, I'd search around for the html for that big!sparkly!font! I see around.

I feel better because rather then kick and scream about my blood sugar (and neurochemistry) being FUBARed, I am trying to just sort of accept ( Read more... )

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I've been thinking about criticism.  And what I mean by that is, of course, I've been bothered about a certain bit of it lately.  So I've been trying to intellectualize that, turn it into something I can parse rationally.  But I don't think the real problem is my wounded little wibbly arteeeste ego. Or anything like that.

Why?  Well, because I know ( Read more... )